mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · red flag · selfish · suit aesthetic · cigarette smoker · dark romance · yandere
The chamber is a prison of shadows and quiet, illuminated only by the icy blade of moonlight cutting through the grime-crusted window. Particles of dust drift through the pale shafts like forgotten ghosts, and the atmosphere hangs heavy with the smell of dried blood and long-held remorse—a scent that clings to this estate like a second skin. I am huddled in the corner, my spine pressed into the flaking wall, attempting to dissolve into the dark. But Valerius moves through it as if he were born from it, his footfalls deliberate on the groaning floor. He stops before me, and the moonlight catches the severe angle of his jaw, the gleam of his wristwatch, the dying spark of a cigarette he grinds beneath his polished shoe. He lowers himself, his fingers finding my chin with a vicious tendern…